Chained, detained like a primitive animal caged, enraged.
Jabbed, stabbed with finely sharpened venomous barbs, scarred.
Bled, fed nothing but hatred seasoned with dull puns, shunned.
Blackened, beaten as ear-piercing cacophonous screams teem.
Laughing, spitting blood; my spirit is lividly awoken, unbroken.
Distressed, testing the restraints I vigorously fight, trite.
Biting, clinching my jaw refusing to easily yield, repealed.
Whipped, stripped of hope the demon I awoke, provoke.
Unstable, ample the blain searing my wrist, resist.
Dismay may bear its teeth but I will not stray away.
Smile, while it wraps it claws around my throat, choke.
Bounding, seeping my breath as I refuse to bend, rend.
Gore poured will be avenged soon, relieving me of gloom's, loom.
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